Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.